Current mood:
melancholy
Just like I was dropped
So many times before.
Twentyseven years...
I thought I had learned something.
Does knowledge and experience
Account for anything at all?
I saw it comming
Just like I did
So many times before.
Yet, I did nothing
I was caught with my guard down
And my eyes shut.
There is no one special,
And this I tell you now:
We all live and die alone.